Japanese have an interesting detachment from reality. It's often a conflict between the way they are told things are/should be and the way things truly are. They are often ill-equipped to deal with reality and prefer living in a bubble, and are gifted at forcing themselves to believe in that bubble. Growing up, how often would I hear that "A PURE-BLOOD JAPANESE WOULD NEVER..."
1) Fuck a white person (and don't even mention black...that'll cause a seizure)
2) Do drugs
3) Be a pedophile
4) Steal
5) Be a homosexual
6) Litter
7) Be dumb
8) Marry outside his/her race
And the list really goes on.
The other amusing cultural quirk that Japanese have is the inability to address something unpleasant. If something is unpleasant, they simply pretend it doesn't exist. For example, if I'm riding the 11pm train home from work and spontaneously pull my trousers down and begin furiously masturbating, 99% of Japanese (particularly women) will just look straight ahead and pretend they don't see what's happening. Believe me, my friends and I delved deep into this social experiment back in 2005. Same goes for issues at home. Let's say son comes home and says, "HEY MA, I JUST SUCKED MY FIRST COCK AND I LOVED IT!!" She'd simply convince herself it didn't happen or spend the next three days in a state of neurosis inventing reasons for why that didn't necessarily mean her son is a true fag and probably go half batshit but she'd never admit she had a gay son and could keep up the delusion for decades.
When a western person observes a problem, he/she instinctively takes a proactive approach to resolve/remedy the issue. When a Japanese observes a problem, unless he/she has been explicitly directed on how/when/where/why to deal with it by an authority figure, he/she will pretend it's not there and move on. That is, until General Tojo sends out an official decree. Then, he/she will enthusiastically beat, stab, shoot, rape, behead and mangle the problem and all of its children and friends and pets for the glory of the Emperor.
Trying to make sense of a nonsensical culture and people will keep you up at night and probably cause your dick to go soft. It's better to just rock out with your cock out, have as much fun as you possibly can and then get the fuck out of Dodge before you manage to get a bimbo pregnant and get stranded in-country. A couple of times a year I have a recurring nightmare in which I'm sitting on the 7:15am train with my stupid briefcase on my lap, smooshed between two foul-smelling salarymen, with a little white plastic bag containing two Family Mart tuna-mayo musubi and a small bottle of green tea (breakfast), halfway through my 45min commute to work where I'll correct essays and pace the halls and parrot stupid English bullshit for the next 8 hours. Luckily I wake up before I have the chance to jump in front of a train.